Vanishing Blinds Novels & Stories

It was like night outside. As we are on the way outside the school, Aaron asked. "So we will not find the files we wanted to find?" I bowed my head. "The files were told that a mysterious blind man appeared every solar eclipse," I explained. "So there's no need for us to find it. We experienced the file itself!" I pointed out. We are about to continue walking as Nathan gasped in surprise. "Guys, did we lock the library room?" The surroundings slowly brightens, as the moon crossed away the sun. The place was reverted, as the daylight struck at the way. The Solar Eclipse now came to an end.

Without Onyx, their toys were just heavy, useless pieces of metal. "It's too late, Marcus," Iris said. She didn't move her hand. She stood her ground next to the slumped, quiet body of Silas. "The world is watching now. I just opened the curtains, and the light is going to burn you." As she spoke, the most famous feature of the Vane estate began to change. The "Obsidian" glass walls, which had been pitch-black and private for decades, suddenly lost their tint. One by one, the massive panels turned perfectly clear. The darkness that had hidden the corruption, the deals, and the deaths for so long was stripped away in an instant.

"Your piddler's shaping up into a proper beast out there, Nora. Looks like we're heading for a blindie." He pulls off his balaclava, revealing his short brown hair, flecked with grey, which is now flattened at the crown. He gives it a quick ruffle, taming some of the unruly tufts. I stiffen at the word. Blindie. A zero-visibility whiteout so volatile, it would render leaving the outpost an impossibility for hours, if not days. Outposts saw a handful each year, but I hadn't expected to run straight into one on my first expedition.

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

Blake, "We are moving out." Mrs. Blake stood up from the dining table, her voice rising half an octave. "Why move when everything is fine? Did she say something to you?" Vanessa also put down her bowl and blinked twice. "Adrian, did you misunderstand me?" Adrian ignored them and led me outside. After we stepped through the front door, he suddenly stopped and turned back to look at me. "From now on, anyone and anything that makes you uncomfortable will disappear from your sight. I mean what I say."

I stared into Henry's bloodshot eyes coolly, then I tilted my head and turned my attention to the classroom's top left corner. Sure enough, the camera's red light was blinking right there. "Do it," I said quietly. "And the dean's office will get the live feed. You'll be disqualified from the SAT. If that's something you can handle, go ahead." Henry narrowed his eyes as his hands stiffened. Chris' face fell, and he growled, "Let her go!"

It was as if we were picking out wedding flowers instead of orchestrating my disappearance. "When the time comes, you'll need to bring us the outfit you plan to wear that day. We'll move the model into place, make the final adjustments, and take care of the scene from there." I reached out and brushed the back of its hand. The skin was soft, almost warm, eerily close to human. A shiver ran down my spine. I looked up at him and asked, "How do you make him believe I'm really dead?" Evan smiled. "Once he walks into the scene we build, he won't question what he's seeing. That's the whole point."

Then she bowed deeply to me. "It's an honest mistake, Ginny. I swear he still loves you." I didn't care about his reasons or excuses. A divorce was the only thing on my mind. When Nathaniel saw that my mind was set, he climbed up the windowsill. "If you're going through with the divorce, I'm jumping off this building! Life is pointless without you anyway!" That made me relent. I couldn't possibly watch him take his own life if I could stop it, so I yanked him off the windowsill. "Fine, divorce is off the table, but there will be no second time."

Help me arrange the move abroad. There was no one left here worth staying for. I left in a rush. I packed through the second half of the night and moved out before dawn. I did not even return to the company. … When Selena realized she could not reach me, she panicked. She borrowed other people's phones and called again and again. None of them worked. I disappeared from her life cleanly, like a gust of wind. All I left her were a few dreamlike years of memories and the engagement ring, placed neatly on the table.

After a long pause, he sighed. "Nick," he said, "aren't you going to explain?" I replied steadily, "Dad, do you believe me? If you do, there's no need for an explanation. I'll show you the truth soon." After hanging up, I went on with life as usual. For a week, the scandal stayed glued to the top of the trending charts. Both Hilary and I were dragged through the mud. She vanished without a trace, while Ross fanned the flames online, escalating the pressure—not just on me, but on my parents and the company.